A little too much

Sometimes you have to allow yourself to be weak. It's no weakness to accept you feelings.

I avoid looking people straight in the eyes, because they speak the truth when everything else is a lie, and I'm scared of telling too much.

The truth is people hate winning.
When you always win you start getting expectations and become fearful of not being able to fulfill them.
But at the same time they hate losing even more.
People can't stand anyone who's better than them, they rather feel empathy than jealousy.

And that's why they always try to win.

 I love getting complimented but I never believe.
I see beauty in everyone except for myself.

I'm the person everyone replaces after some while

First they tell you to be yourself.
Then, when you're open and vulnerable, they judge you.

And all my ex-friends think it's okay,
it's all forgotten, in the past.
But these kind of wounds,
they last and they last.

I grew up with a lot of dreams, plans of who I want to be.
None of them were mine.
There were many rumors about me, my repution.
It was all just a lie.

Some nights I would just stay awake until the world turned black and white.
Searching for a light in the dark, and think about life.
I wasn't depressed or sad.
I was just lost, mistaking the traffic lights for stars and falling down instead of reaching high, without even realizing.

We used to be inseperable.
And that's how I started believing I was irreplaceable.